Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

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As long as it is what you wish, even if it costs my life, I will promise you, because you are the whole world that I value and care about the most.

There was no hesitation in the reply, which made Chu Jingran feel a little dazed, uncontrollable, he turned his head and saw the eyes of the man who was holding him and was in a state of embarrassment at the moment.

Stubborn and penetrating.

His gaze moved down to the dark color, and suddenly, he raised his hand to caress the man's lips, and caressed the dazzling color.

Different from the warm touch of human beings, it has the biting cold in the polar region, and the cold temperature seems to spread all the way to the heart along the fingertips.

A moment of eternity.

Closing his eyes, Chu Jingran leaned into the person's arms weakly, "Suddenly a little sleepy, can you... sleep with me?"

"it is good."

Picking up the person from the ground, Cheng Yimo walked very steadily with every step. Every step he took, the darkness that fell was like the enchanting bloom of red manjusawa on the road to Huangquan, until they entered the countless days and nights of their mutual dependence, lingering On countless big beds day and night.

The massive blood loss from his body made Chu Jingran's eyes more and more blurred. As if instinctive in his bones, he leaned into someone's embrace, even though this embrace was colder.

"Cheng Yimo...I'm a little cold."

Cheng Yimo stretched out his hand to hold the man tightly in his arms, resting his chin on the top of the man's head, using a protective movement to protect him tightly.

Sensing the presence of the people around him, Chu Jingran raised his lips with his eyes closed, "It's not cold anymore...just... sleepy..."

"I will... accompany the teacher..."

"it is good……"

In the warm silence of a room, on the big bed soaked in darkness, the two of them embraced and closed their eyes, as if they had entered a sweet dream.

161. On the Importance of Naming to the Script 24 (End)

There are white clouds in the tile-blue sky, and the warm sun passes through the clouds and casts on the glass of the tall building, reflecting a colorful rainbow.

On the streets planned like a chessboard, there is a constant flow of traffic, crowds of people, and men and women coming and going in an endless stream.

But no matter if it was a prodigal girl who swiped her credit card to the top yesterday, or a gentleman in a suit and leather shoes in the office, or even a white-haired and trembling old woman, everyone's chests are in unanimous agreement. white chrysanthemum.

Like mourning, but also like remembrance.

A full 50 years have passed since the end of the world, and the once devastated city has long since returned to its original vitality. If it weren't for the bloody and cruel pictures that remained in the minds of a few people forever, and the real documentaries that were put on the big screen one by one, Perhaps, everyone will subconsciously think that the end of the world is really just a nightmare that was awakened.

50 years is enough for many things to be diluted by the long river of history, enough for people to forget many people who met once, but there is always such a person, there is always such a name, enough to be remembered by all mankind.

"Ji, Hezi Ji, morning, the dawn of the morning, moist..."

Lu Yaoyao, who was dressed in solemn black on the podium and her hair was already graying, paused for a moment. She was a bit older, recalling the few memories in her mind, and reorganized the picture of the young man with a gentle smile introducing himself on the podium.

"Gentle...refined."

The words fell down, and tears filled my eyes.

When we first met, his smile was like the first sun blowing on his face, and his smile was as delicate as the first snow.

In the seat, she once booed with the whole class, screaming and laughing and calling him a male god.

In the seat, she once shared with her girlfriends that he was so in love with a teacher and a student.

In the seat, she once regarded him as the charming prince charming.

Forced to leave her seat, she awakened her abilities in the last days, and met someone she could entrust her whole life to, but by accident, that person killed him.

He was her former tutor in the philosophy department.

He is recognized as NO.1 in the field of biology all over the world.

He is the savior of a world that was supposed to be destroyed.

"His name is... Ji Chenru."

When the school bell rang, Lu Yaoyao packed up his textbooks and prepared to go home.

Lu Yaoyao is 68 this year. As early as more than ten years ago, she retired. She took off the title of professor, but she did not stay at home to play with her children and grandchildren, but she abandoned the prosperity and came to this remote place. In a small city, he served as a primary school teacher here.

For her, this is confession, which is even more redemption.

Because... she tampered with the truth.

Fifty years ago, all the zombies disappeared overnight. Everyone was wondering, everyone was conspiring, and everyone was guessing the reason. However, only two people knew the truth.

One is Wang Jun, who didn't find the person he was looking for. When he came back, he saw the scene of dying for love.

The other is her pregnant wife - Lu Yaoyao.

After learning of the tragic ending of the two of them and the news that her husband was about to die, the unsteady Lu Yaoyao fainted at that time.

Fortunately, the child is full-term,